An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Cold Pumas.
The thunderous gods converge once more on the black mountain peak where their three acolytes have summoned them. Sheltering from the elements inside their robes, their top buttons fastened against the cold, the fraternity begin their ritualised attack the bare stone of the peak with a rhythmic frenzy, creating a pit of sound and fury….
The sonic adventurousness of the patriarchs of the German progressive enlightenment did as you well know inform the subsequent outbursts of bile and clockwork percussiveness of the British post punk commune revolting against the advent of the Lady of Darkness, may our new leaders be as evil so that we can reap the rewards of…
In the No Wave book by Thurston Moore and Byron Coley, there is a photo of Glenn Branca and the dudes from Liquid Liquid trying to squeeze into a rickety lift and up to a house-party in some controlled rent loft in Manhattan circa 1979. This is what happens after: Skinny hip urchins as they…
Knights of Vipco struts through its martial streets, the red dawn poking through unforgiving edifices. Unpeturbed by the increasing use of dutch angles to track it’s progress and oblivious to the Bernard Herman Noir-horms that encircle it like sirens…it rounds a corner and runs straight into the pulsating Old God of euphoric 8-bit title music. …
Exciting times lie ahead for members of this fair MP3-zine. Along with our cohorts in 13monsters we’re on the verge of launching our new record label: Hungry For Power. Our first release comes straight from the howling shores of Brighton beach where remorseless waves of guitars crash ceaselessly against the yelping pebbles. We first saw…